Posted: 2026-04-02

Ella

That snoot!!!!!!

The pound opened the door to her cage. It had a horrible metal tree.

I reached down and she jumped into my arms.

The pound were sad to see her leave. She was their favourite. I proposed the name Ella, which wasn't the name the pound used. I said that it was because she was "elegant", but there was a second reason I never told anyone.

Her full name was Ella Bella Boopysnoot.

Ella was spectacularly affectionate. She consistently turned "dog people"; she would follow them around demanding pats.

She was extremely photogenic.

We had to get rid of all the "dangle-on-a-stick" toys because she would pick them up in her mouth and bring them to you when she wanted to play, which was always.

She had an outstanding tum and loved it being rubbed:

She indulged in the warm patch on the floor from time to time:

She had OUTRAGEOUS pantaloons.

Her extreme fluffiness got on everything. The house was infested with tumblefloofs. When I was working in-person, every time I got out of my ride there would be "an explosion of cat hair".

She loved to sit in the front window and watch the world go by. We called it Ella TV:

She would sometimes try to sneak out the front door. On the occasions she made it, she would freeze, overwhelmed, then hide under the car for 4 hours, before returning to the front door covered in cobwebs mewing pathetically because she made a terrible mistake. She would then proceed to strut in front of Freya.

I built a teleprompter and it was warm, enclosed and I paid attention to it — her cat bed now:

Even years later, every now and then I'll open a box and there'll be an eruption of magic Ella sprinkles.

If you ate something delicious and didn't give her some, she'd go into full passive aggressive mode:

This wasn't a perfectly timed anthropomorphisation. She was like that for more than half an hour.

LOOK AT THIS:

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Written on: 7.5mg olanzapine since 2025-11-11

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